There is a Word by Emily Dickinson

There is a Word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man – It hurls its barbed syllables And is mute again – But where it fell The saved will tell On patriotic day, Some epauletted Brother Gave his breath away.

Wherever runs the breathless sun – Wherever roams the day – There is its noiseless onset – There is its victory! Behold the keenest marksman! The most accomplished shot! Time’s sublimest target Is a soul “forgot!”